Sissel has gone on a little adventure of his own. He does consider that leaving his body prone like that can be dangerous but the urge for discovery is also strong. He's lying next to a flower shop, having zipped his spirit onto a core of a pot. He's wandered into the shop with its closed door that way but thankfully, not far enough that he doesn't catch sight of Magnus picking his kitten body up.

Bidding goodbye to the door bell by ringing it, he zips back onto his body, repossessing it and manipulating it back to life. Or at least, in the semblance of life. His large yellow eyes open. He stretches and meows, peering up at Magnus curiously.

Don't move my body. It's the only one I have.